Novel & Cerita Faustus Blackwood

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"But you’re still sitting in a chair that’s too big for you." "I built the chair, Father," Maya said, her voice steady. "I think I know how to sit in it." The three of them sat in a silence so heavy it felt like a physical pressure. Then, the door opened one last time. Lucian Blackwood walked in. He looked different today not the shattered drunk from the police station, but not the arrogant billionaire either. He looked like a man with a hidden blade. He took his place at Arthur’s right hand, playing the role of the loyal proxy perfectly. He didn't even look at Maya, though she could feel the heat of the bug she had planted on him vibrating in her mental map of the room.

"What are you doing here?" Flynn frowned. "You've already met Ian once. Why are you still this hyped?" Blake couldn't hide the wild excitement in his eyes. "Mr. Faulkner had a last-minute conflict. Guess who's coming instead?" Flynn's expression darkened instantly. Blake continued, "Gideon Blackwood himself! He's coming here in person!" Flynn ground his teeth and questioned, "Do you even know who Gideon Blackwood is? He's the man in charge of the entire Spectrum Group!"

Puzzled by what to do, she announces her presence. "Hello !, Mr Black!". She announced as she walks slowly to where the sounds were coming from, hoping the people stop before she got close. The moans only got louder the more steps she took and the sound of body clapping soon joined in. Grace was distraught as to why she was sent here even though they were having sex, or was it porn?, she couldn't tell. She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl.

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

“That’s him.” Nathan Blackwood. I recognized that face instantly. CEO of Blackwood Industries, headquartered in New York. The man was always in the news. His face was plastered all over the business magazines I loved to read. He was tall, like his cousin, Julian—handsome, with the kind of presence that commanded attention, even in a photograph. And his fiancée—Kimberly—she looked exactly like me. I swiped back to her picture with trembling fingers, my stomach twisting in confusion and disbelief.

"The woman you are screaming at currently owns forty percent of the empire we are building over your lover’s ashes. If she tells me to make sure your father loses his house too, I’ll have the eviction notice signed before lunch." Lauren stared at Caleb, her mouth opening and closing in horror. "You... you can't do that. Who do you think you are?" "We are the Blackwoods, doll," Asher’s rough, gravelly voice barked from the entrance. He walked into the room, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he glared down at Lauren. "And you’re trespassing. Security should have broken your legs the moment you crossed the outer gate."

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

“But I do not think you and I have crossed that threshold yet, don’t you think?” Fausto. The executioner. The man really has a god complex. “No, Mr. Fausto,” I answer, settling back into my seat. “We haven’t. Because you are demanding the impossible from me. I cannot offer you what you want without destroying my name in the process.” The amusement leaves his face, his eyes narrow beneath the chandelier light, thick fingers tightening around the whiskey glass. “Is that so, Mr. Blackwell?” he asks quietly. “You mean you would put your cousin’s life at risk for a family name?”

The city was still dark when Damian left Blackwood Tower. The conversation with the firefighter had ended nearly an hour earlier, but the words still echoed in his mind with unsettling clarity. Edward Blackwood. His grandfather. The founder of the Blackwood empire. A man who had built hospitals, research foundations, and entire industries in the name of medical advancement. A man Damian had once admired. And now possibly the man responsible for the chain of events that had nearly killed Evelyn. Damian drove through the quiet streets with the phone resting on the passenger seat beside him. The photograph the witness had sent remained open on the screen.